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2nd Sketch - [Action / Accidental voice]
May. 8th, 2012 09:43 pm[There was a moment, earlier in the day, where the clouds had cleared up for a bit and there didn't seem to be any more rain. Tracey, being the nature-loving sketcher that he is, decided to take advantage of that break in the gloomy weather to go out into the forest. He could even keep an eye out for New Feathers while he was at it! Packed with his journal, several writing utensils and a whole heap of sketchbooks (all organized to certain animal and plant types), he'd set out.
What a mistake that turned out to be.
After only half an hour of hunting down woodland critters in hopes of documenting them, it'd started to rain again. No, not just rain- pour. Now he finds himself rushing back to the village, his sketchbooks held close to his chest in a desperate attempt to keep them dry. No such luck. Just as he nears the edge of the village, his foot gets caught behind a tree root and he stumbles, all the books spilling from his arms onto the muddy forest floor. His journal falls open in the process to record the following scream:]
MY SKETCHBOOKS!
What a mistake that turned out to be.
After only half an hour of hunting down woodland critters in hopes of documenting them, it'd started to rain again. No, not just rain- pour. Now he finds himself rushing back to the village, his sketchbooks held close to his chest in a desperate attempt to keep them dry. No such luck. Just as he nears the edge of the village, his foot gets caught behind a tree root and he stumbles, all the books spilling from his arms onto the muddy forest floor. His journal falls open in the process to record the following scream:]
MY SKETCHBOOKS!
